A bit of friendly beastiality

With the stockings that I tied you up so easily

As the window breaks the window pain

Puts the hand in to the till to get some pretty change.

What love

What hate

Could reach the point of no return

What love

What hate

Could reach the point

Take you down into a dead end lane

Make me walk on broken glass

And let my liquid make petal coloured moves

Removes the lipstick stains that still remain

Am I still the same

What love

What hate







Could reach the point of no return

What love

What hate

Could reach the point

As I take you through the bedroom door

You can be my mother

You can be my whore

Take a lesson in geography

Wash me down in pepsi

Sweet obsess possess me

What love

What hate

Could reach the point of no return

What love

What hate

Could reach the point

What love

What hate

Could reach the point of no return

What love

What hate

Could reach the point